All eyes turned toward the source of the sound, a young girl who appeared somewhat uneasy as she looked around at everyone present, her anxiety prompting her to fidget with her glasses.
"I think I sent an invitation to Joy," the girl's voice was very soft, even timid.
She did indeed, following Zara Ward's instructions, send out invitations to some designers and celebrities, but she accidentally included Joy. Never did she imagine that Joy would actually accept.
Just then, Steven Taylor's phone call connected.
"Hello?"
Steven Taylor's heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed the curses that were on the tip of his tongue, then quietly switched on the speakerphone.
"May I ask if you are designer Joy's assistant?"
Not just Steven Taylor, now everyone in the studio turned their gaze to the phone.
"Yes, may I ask what you need with Miss Joy?" The other end of the phone spoke with Coco's patient reply.
"Are you sure?"